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Living on the world of the outside
A hand reaches for the Sky
Its fingers spread
Its nails curled to touch Heaven
Reaching out from the inside
I push my arms further
Through the ground
Reaching for Heaven
Lost in the roots of my Grave
I reach for Heaven
Through a darkness
Of the world
My hand reaches for God
Now that I live in a Grave
About the Creator
Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️
Come sit with me awhile. Writing is my favorite kind of magic—conjuring dark worlds, forbidden souls, and stories that haunt long after the last page. Lately, I’ve wandered deeper into psychology, the mind, and the shadows within us all...
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